Francis, the Christmas Fish

As soon as I arrived to Brother 1 and Sister-in-law's place for Thanksgiving, Brother 1 started showing me the Christmas decorations. He was trying to show me the things that they had purchased, but I couldn't take my eyes off the odd decoration. The one that didn't quite seem to fit, and the one that was far superior to any of the purchases he was showing me. It was a fish. Wearing a Santa hat.

I held it up, and said, "What about this? Where did you get this?" He explained that I was holding Francis, the Christmas fish. Earlier this month, he and Sister-in-law were babysitting Sil's nieces and nephews. They pulled out a bunch of felt and sewing materials to make Christmas decorations. While Sil and the kids were stapling pieces of felt together to make stockings, B1 was sewing a fish. Sil asked what B1 was making, and without missing a beat, he replied, "I'm making Francis, the Christmas fish." Turning to the kids, he asked, "Have you ever heard the story of Francis, the Christmas fish?" His nephew responded, "I have!" B1 started to think that maybe there was a Francis, the Christmas fish story, so he asked his nephew, "Would you like to tell us the story?" At that point, the nephew admitted that he couldn't actually quite remember how it went...

I immediately loved Francis, the Christmas fish, so I made my own while our turkey and Thanksgiving meal were cooking. During the day, I was talking to my dad and I told the story of Francis, the Christmas fish to him. He was very excited about it all, and decided that over the Christmas break, we'll all have to make our own Francis the Christmas fishes.

The next day, in Maryland, Dad went out to lunch with Mom and Brother 3. After lunch, they paid a visit to the little gift shop attached to the restaurant. There were many Christmas decorations, but a certain decoration seemed to be lacking. My dad asked the clerk, "Do you have any Francis, the Christmas fish ornaments?" She said they didn't. He asked if she had ever heard of them. She said that she had. So he asked, "Can you tell me the story behind them?" After a pause, she said, "I just can't remember it."

This year, it will be my family's task to invent and circulate the Francis the Christmas fish story. I expect it to see as much success as the Grinch Who Stole Christmas... Except that Francis is a kind, fish. A kind fish with magical powers, and when all the little kiddies are tucked into their beds on Christmas Eve...

Hey, great idea! Please post the story when you come up with it. One more Christmas story is welcome to join my book of myths and legends. And true stories like the ones about fairies and water nymphs.

I LOVE the story of Francis the Christmas Fish. It's been a while since I have heard it, though. So is there a pattern I can buy to make my own Francis the Christmas Fish? or Frances the Christmas Fishette?

I just sent an email to the only yahoo account that I know to be yours. Not to post your address on the internet or anything, but it has something to do with being a depthless prostitute... or so says thesaurus.com when I plug in the words to your email address.

If that's not your address, you can always reach me at first.last@gmail.com (meaning my first name [dot] my last name). And Francis the Christmas Fish made me think of you. As do many, many things.

Frances' real name is Conrad...he was a cobbler who prepared a pair of shoes for his Lord...beggar woman came by--he gave her the shoes...tired old man came by and he gave him a meal...later on his Lord dropped by. He asked why the Lord hadn't visited him...The Lord said he had been by three times and been served each time...